Title: The Day The Stars Fell
Author: Midnight_Dragons
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Harry/?, Ron/?
Year: 6th
Rating: PG-13, R for later chapters
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter or related characters.
A/N: Hey guys!! I wrote another chapter over my three day weekend. At first, I wasn't going to post this chapter, but when I read my reviews I felt that all you guys needed and deserved another chapter. So, here it is and I hope that you all enjoy this one. Sorry that I haven't updated in awhile, but my dad said that I couldn't get on then, but here is the chapter so, YAY!!! Bye!!
Thank yous: Hannah, Kerbi x2, Fiery-Chan, to whom it may concearn, ash, Princess Story Writer, ArdenRiddle
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Chapter 3 Darkest Midnight
The black, horseless carriages bearing the Hogwarts crest pulled up to the wrought iron gates. They slowly, with a slight squeaking sound, opened to reveal the rest if the dirt path, the rest of their journey. Nobody spoke, in any of the carriages, as not to break the blissfulness of the world as one. All that was left was to take in the sight of the glorious marshes, the starry skies, and the deep, glimmering lake. The carriages soon stopped for the last time that night. The students, quietly and calmly, retreated from their seats and started up the grand staircase to the large oak doors of Hogwarts. The doors opened on their own, perhaps by a slight touch of the wind or a person unbeknown, no one really knew how or why for that matter and really, none cared. This was where a seemingly lively crowd, broke apart and showed what and who they were to the world, to themselves.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron took their seats at the Gryffindor table. As usual, Harry and Ron started their constant blabber about Quidditch or some girl that they liked or something or another. Hermione feeling left out, stared at the enchanted ceiling. Her eyes darted back and forth from star to star. Her mind created comets, the moon, and beautiful planets, Mars, Pluto, Jupiter.
Now that she's back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey She acts like summer and walks like rain, Reminds me that there is a time to change, hey, hey Since her return from her stay on the moon She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey
Her trance was broken as the doors of the Great Hall opened and Professor McGonagall and the 1st years followed behind her. Hermione looked over and smiled inwardly, remembering when she first came that row of seats. She also remembered that when she stood in the hall waiting, the kids called it "death row," from the stories that they had heard.
1st years huddled below the sorting hat, staring at it with looks of suspicion. Its brim opened and it broke in song. By the end of its song, the first years stood with their mouths open so wide, you could see the back of their throats. McGonagall unraveled a sheet of parchment and her voice rose.
"When I call your name, you will come up and sit on the stool and place the sorting hat on your head." All heads nodded.
"Andrews, Casey," McGonagall voiced. A petite girl with light red hair walked up and sat on the stool and the sorting hat was placed on her head,
"RAVENCLAW," the hat boomed.
It went on this way for nearly half and hour. Almost the same amount of students were placed in there new homes. All the old students knew what was next. Professor Dumbledore arose and tapped his gold goblet although there was no necessity.
"Welcome students, new and old! To the first years and the older years included, the Forbidden Forest is still....forbidden. We will be having a welcoming ball in two weeks, more information will be coming, so please listen for it. I, now with great pleasure announce our 6th year prefects for this year. When I finish calling everyone's name, please come to the front to collect your badges. From Hufflepuff, Chelsea Siegal, from Ravenclaw, Jonathan Harrison, from Gryffindor, Hermione Granger, and Slytherin, Draco Malfoy."
The whole hall broke into applause as the four students walked up to get their badges. Dumbledore asked them to stay after dinner. They all walked back to their respectable tables and sat down. Dumbledore waved his hand and lavish food appeared on the golden plates. Everyone dug in, all except Hermione.
Young Hermione picked and prodded at her food. On the outside, she looked like a normal, happy, 16 year old girl, but if you looked in her eyes, it told a completely different story. You saw a child, a scared and frightened child and it gets you to wonder why. Eyes are the window to the soul and truly they are. Hermione's soul was like no other. Hers was filled with so many thoughts and emotions that it was unbearable. She felt like screaming for twenty-four hours and for one reason...to feel alive.
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The dishes were once again clean and the goblets no longer held their liquids. the Great Hall held only five figures. Four of them stood together, but far away in front of the wise headmaster. Each person analyzed the other before turning their attention to Professor Dumbledore. The man took in his surroundings and his company. He finally spoke.
"You four prefects will be moved from your house dormitories and placed in your own dormitories and common room. Now, if you would kindly follow me, I will show you to your rooms," Dumbledore finished, rising from his chair and led the way out of the Great Hall.
After walking in every which way, they arrived in front of a portrait. It was, amazingly a Monet painting of a lake with lily pads and gorgeous flowers a top of them. The water actually moved and shimmered and plants moved with it, while the flowers swayed in the light breeze. Professor Dumbledore turned to face the four 6th years.
"Must I remind you, you need a password. So, I will leave you here for now. Good-night," Professor Dumbledore said and kindly walked away. The kids looked back and forth and Hermione walked from the group and to the portrait. She ran her hands across the artwork and sighed.
"Darkest midnight," Hermione said. The portrait seemed to change. Ripples in the water were seen and a fairy dressed in water and sun emerged.
"Is this your password, young one," the fairy said as her voice seemed to sing.
"Yes, it is," Hermione replied.
"Very well," the fairy said and sank back into the water. The portrait disappeared, leaving a hole for which to walk through. Hermione walked, followed by the others. The portrait appeared again.
The four people took in their surroundings of the common room. It was an earth. wind, fire, and water effect. In one word, the room was gorgeous.
The ceiling was a dome effect with a gold lining on the outside. the dome itself was painted as a blue sky with white clouds. By the big bay window there was a pond with a waterfall, beside it were ivy plants climbing up the walls to the ceiling. A fire was roaring in the huge fireplace surrounded by four large canvas couches. There were desks and bookcases scattered throughout the room.
There were two spiral staircases by the vines. Hermione walked up the left staircase. It was for the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw prefects meaning that the Gryffindor and Slytherin rooms were on the right. Hermione bid the three a good-night and walked up to her room. She had the water, Draco the fire, Jonathan the wind, and Chelsea the earth.
Hermione opened the door to her bedroom and gasped. For the first time in awhile, she smiled a genuine smile. Her ceiling was slanted as it showed rain clouds and a thunderstorm. Her chest-of-drawers, paneling of the bed, closet, desk, and nightstand were all cherry wood with a look of water dripping down it. The drapes and bed coverings were made of a dark blue and gray.
Off to the left of the bed was the bathroom. Hermione opened the door and walked in. The counter top was marble and seemed almost crystalline. The bathtub was old-fashioned. It stood on gold feet with the water pipes seen running up and into the walls. A toilet sat nestled in the corner.
Hermione retreated from the bathroom and then preceded to get pajamas on. After doing so, she walked over to her owl. It was black with white tipped wings and glassy silver eyes. Hermione stroked her.
"Purity. My purity, my reality. Sometimes you are all I need. If I don't want to say anything, are you happy wondering? I trust you, Purity. Love you, baby. Night," Hermione said and kissed the top of the owl's head. She hooted in delight. Hermione walked back to her bed and got in. She stared at her ceiling. She thought of the rain while falling asleep. As she was dreaming, she didn't feel the cool droplets of water cascading down her face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Done!! YAY!! Parts of the song in the first part are not owned by me, they are owned by Train and the song Drops of Jupiter. Well, I hope that everyone liked it and please, please, please review. I want to know your feedback. Thank you, byez!!
Midnight_Dragons
A/N: Hey guys!! I wrote another chapter over my three day weekend. At first, I wasn't going to post this chapter, but when I read my reviews I felt that all you guys needed and deserved another chapter. So, here it is and I hope that you all enjoy this one. Sorry that I haven't updated in awhile, but my dad said that I couldn't get on then, but here is the chapter so, YAY!!! Bye!!
Thank yous: Hannah, Kerbi x2, Fiery-Chan, to whom it may concearn, ash, Princess Story Writer, ArdenRiddle
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Chapter 3 Darkest Midnight
The black, horseless carriages bearing the Hogwarts crest pulled up to the wrought iron gates. They slowly, with a slight squeaking sound, opened to reveal the rest if the dirt path, the rest of their journey. Nobody spoke, in any of the carriages, as not to break the blissfulness of the world as one. All that was left was to take in the sight of the glorious marshes, the starry skies, and the deep, glimmering lake. The carriages soon stopped for the last time that night. The students, quietly and calmly, retreated from their seats and started up the grand staircase to the large oak doors of Hogwarts. The doors opened on their own, perhaps by a slight touch of the wind or a person unbeknown, no one really knew how or why for that matter and really, none cared. This was where a seemingly lively crowd, broke apart and showed what and who they were to the world, to themselves.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron took their seats at the Gryffindor table. As usual, Harry and Ron started their constant blabber about Quidditch or some girl that they liked or something or another. Hermione feeling left out, stared at the enchanted ceiling. Her eyes darted back and forth from star to star. Her mind created comets, the moon, and beautiful planets, Mars, Pluto, Jupiter.
Now that she's back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey She acts like summer and walks like rain, Reminds me that there is a time to change, hey, hey Since her return from her stay on the moon She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey
Her trance was broken as the doors of the Great Hall opened and Professor McGonagall and the 1st years followed behind her. Hermione looked over and smiled inwardly, remembering when she first came that row of seats. She also remembered that when she stood in the hall waiting, the kids called it "death row," from the stories that they had heard.
1st years huddled below the sorting hat, staring at it with looks of suspicion. Its brim opened and it broke in song. By the end of its song, the first years stood with their mouths open so wide, you could see the back of their throats. McGonagall unraveled a sheet of parchment and her voice rose.
"When I call your name, you will come up and sit on the stool and place the sorting hat on your head." All heads nodded.
"Andrews, Casey," McGonagall voiced. A petite girl with light red hair walked up and sat on the stool and the sorting hat was placed on her head,
"RAVENCLAW," the hat boomed.
It went on this way for nearly half and hour. Almost the same amount of students were placed in there new homes. All the old students knew what was next. Professor Dumbledore arose and tapped his gold goblet although there was no necessity.
"Welcome students, new and old! To the first years and the older years included, the Forbidden Forest is still....forbidden. We will be having a welcoming ball in two weeks, more information will be coming, so please listen for it. I, now with great pleasure announce our 6th year prefects for this year. When I finish calling everyone's name, please come to the front to collect your badges. From Hufflepuff, Chelsea Siegal, from Ravenclaw, Jonathan Harrison, from Gryffindor, Hermione Granger, and Slytherin, Draco Malfoy."
The whole hall broke into applause as the four students walked up to get their badges. Dumbledore asked them to stay after dinner. They all walked back to their respectable tables and sat down. Dumbledore waved his hand and lavish food appeared on the golden plates. Everyone dug in, all except Hermione.
Young Hermione picked and prodded at her food. On the outside, she looked like a normal, happy, 16 year old girl, but if you looked in her eyes, it told a completely different story. You saw a child, a scared and frightened child and it gets you to wonder why. Eyes are the window to the soul and truly they are. Hermione's soul was like no other. Hers was filled with so many thoughts and emotions that it was unbearable. She felt like screaming for twenty-four hours and for one reason...to feel alive.
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The dishes were once again clean and the goblets no longer held their liquids. the Great Hall held only five figures. Four of them stood together, but far away in front of the wise headmaster. Each person analyzed the other before turning their attention to Professor Dumbledore. The man took in his surroundings and his company. He finally spoke.
"You four prefects will be moved from your house dormitories and placed in your own dormitories and common room. Now, if you would kindly follow me, I will show you to your rooms," Dumbledore finished, rising from his chair and led the way out of the Great Hall.
After walking in every which way, they arrived in front of a portrait. It was, amazingly a Monet painting of a lake with lily pads and gorgeous flowers a top of them. The water actually moved and shimmered and plants moved with it, while the flowers swayed in the light breeze. Professor Dumbledore turned to face the four 6th years.
"Must I remind you, you need a password. So, I will leave you here for now. Good-night," Professor Dumbledore said and kindly walked away. The kids looked back and forth and Hermione walked from the group and to the portrait. She ran her hands across the artwork and sighed.
"Darkest midnight," Hermione said. The portrait seemed to change. Ripples in the water were seen and a fairy dressed in water and sun emerged.
"Is this your password, young one," the fairy said as her voice seemed to sing.
"Yes, it is," Hermione replied.
"Very well," the fairy said and sank back into the water. The portrait disappeared, leaving a hole for which to walk through. Hermione walked, followed by the others. The portrait appeared again.
The four people took in their surroundings of the common room. It was an earth. wind, fire, and water effect. In one word, the room was gorgeous.
The ceiling was a dome effect with a gold lining on the outside. the dome itself was painted as a blue sky with white clouds. By the big bay window there was a pond with a waterfall, beside it were ivy plants climbing up the walls to the ceiling. A fire was roaring in the huge fireplace surrounded by four large canvas couches. There were desks and bookcases scattered throughout the room.
There were two spiral staircases by the vines. Hermione walked up the left staircase. It was for the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw prefects meaning that the Gryffindor and Slytherin rooms were on the right. Hermione bid the three a good-night and walked up to her room. She had the water, Draco the fire, Jonathan the wind, and Chelsea the earth.
Hermione opened the door to her bedroom and gasped. For the first time in awhile, she smiled a genuine smile. Her ceiling was slanted as it showed rain clouds and a thunderstorm. Her chest-of-drawers, paneling of the bed, closet, desk, and nightstand were all cherry wood with a look of water dripping down it. The drapes and bed coverings were made of a dark blue and gray.
Off to the left of the bed was the bathroom. Hermione opened the door and walked in. The counter top was marble and seemed almost crystalline. The bathtub was old-fashioned. It stood on gold feet with the water pipes seen running up and into the walls. A toilet sat nestled in the corner.
Hermione retreated from the bathroom and then preceded to get pajamas on. After doing so, she walked over to her owl. It was black with white tipped wings and glassy silver eyes. Hermione stroked her.
"Purity. My purity, my reality. Sometimes you are all I need. If I don't want to say anything, are you happy wondering? I trust you, Purity. Love you, baby. Night," Hermione said and kissed the top of the owl's head. She hooted in delight. Hermione walked back to her bed and got in. She stared at her ceiling. She thought of the rain while falling asleep. As she was dreaming, she didn't feel the cool droplets of water cascading down her face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A/N: Done!! YAY!! Parts of the song in the first part are not owned by me, they are owned by Train and the song Drops of Jupiter. Well, I hope that everyone liked it and please, please, please review. I want to know your feedback. Thank you, byez!!
Midnight_Dragons
